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"And I'll try not to die."

2015-09-03 09:52:17

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"Oh come on, burned popcorn isn't /that/ bad."

2015-09-03 09:52:47

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"...Well that isn't what I was referring too, but that depends on the flavor. Burnt kettle corn tastes terrible."

2015-09-03 09:53:42

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"But that's the best one."

2015-09-03 09:54:10

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"But if one part is burnt, it all tastes burnt, even the parts that aren't burnt."

2015-09-03 09:55:44

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"That's why you cut the burned parts off."

2015-09-03 09:56:29

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"I guess that could work."

2015-09-03 09:57:44

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"Of course it would. I've done it before. In fact I burn my popcorn on purpose just to wave the flaming bag in Madison's face. It's salted with his tears. You should try it sometime."

2015-09-03 10:01:05

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"That's just mean though."

2015-09-03 10:01:59

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"But delicious."

2015-09-03 10:02:35

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"And Madison might try to hurt me."

2015-09-03 10:03:13

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"Of course he would. But he'd be too busy running like a dog being chased by a swarm of bees."

2015-09-03 10:04:11

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"...you do have a point there."

2015-09-03 10:04:57

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"Of course I do. I'll get the popcorn, you knock Madi out and drag him in here." He actually turned and began to wander away. Presumably to find popcorn. Somehow.

2015-09-03 10:06:16

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Oh Jesus. This was disgusting. The noises. DO THAT OUTSIDE! This creepy blonde chick showed up and she and douche had immediately gone to his fucking room. I'm not joking. Or adding swear-based modifiers. They went to his fucking room. His room of fucking. I had my pillow clamped over my ears to block out the groaning. During a brief pause I chugged some sleeping pills. I do /not/ want to be awake for this whole thing. Next thing I knew I was back in Foggy's Fucking Funland. Dear sweet Satan /relief/. And I still had my pillow. Aaaahahahaha this doesn't make any goddamn sense.

2015-09-03 22:40:46

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Ah here we are again. This foggy hell. Would I run into Seculus here? Maybe I could cut of Seculus's 'new wings' or something like that. Doubt it. At least I haven't seen much of his fucking face around here since then. No idea why, but I'm not complaining. What had I done with the old ones? Well, with the help of some bobby pins and ribbon, they were on my back. As a cape. A fucking feathery asshole cape complete with the dried blood ends. For once, however, I found some much better company. I crept up behind him, noticing the pillow. "Going to a slumber party?"

2015-09-03 22:47:28

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I spun around and thwapped her over the head with the pillow. "STRIP PILLOW FIGHT!"

2015-09-03 22:52:47

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I made a face before getting smacked with the pillow. "What, are we silly teenagers now?"

2015-09-03 22:54:27

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"Do you wanna play spin the bottle instead? I got a hit in, FOLLOW THE RULES!"

2015-09-03 22:55:36

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"When have I ever followed the rules?"

2015-09-03 22:57:39

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I grinned. "NOT WHEN YOU'RE LOSING. HERE, HIT ME, I'LL STRIP INSTEAD."

2015-09-03 22:58:18

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"/Absolutely not./"

2015-09-03 22:59:02

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"YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO."

2015-09-03 22:59:47

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"I don't."

2015-09-03 23:00:13

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"YEAH YOU DOOOO -- WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?" I saw the weird cape thing she was wearing. Made of feathers. And flesh. And bone. /What the fuck/?

2015-09-03 23:01:15